Stream of Consciousness
on this date
i want to write – i’ve been somewhere – inside – looking around at events – images – seeing with somewhat clear eyes – all that has hurt me – situations, people – but every now and then remembering to allow myself to feel the good in those people – how negative experiences have their purpose – to learn, something new about myself. How did i respond to it – did i give up too much of me? What is enough? What to keep back and how maybe we serve each other as giver and taker. The musical journey i took to those inner places – was timeless. At times scary, often serene – i don’t know where i’ve been but it felt far and deep away. The music was PRIMAL, sensuous, peaceful, happy, exotic and often mystical. i did not know what they were saying but it was beautiful. i think i remember dancing in my head. Sometimes it made me feel like i was being reborn and once or twice i think it makes sense to say – i recall when i was born. i arrived in this place and now i am here. Writing lines that aren’t too cerebral but seem to capture what i experienced. Lost loves, recent disappointment, thinking more about one person than i thought i would.
By Melissa Houghton2 years ago in Poets
No Lesson Here. Content Warning.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, They fucked like crazy up at the top. Jill cried and moaned to have Jack not stop. The fucked for hours and then tumbled down. At the bottom they fucked for another solid round. Then Jill had loudly cried out loud. For fuck sake I forgotten my pill. At which point Jack caught a chill. He grabbed the bucket that lay beside him, Poured out the water at which point seemed grim. Jill rolled over and threw Jack a glance, Just as she was struck by the bucket like a Lance. Stunned and bleeding Jill looked in shock, Then Jack whipped out his pistol like glock. Unloaded his clip in Jill's unfortunate crown. Saying to himself “ she should've gone down” Then stunned was Jack as reality set in. For he knew he had completed a deadly sin. Fuck it to himself he had said. Reloading the glock and shot himself dead. A lesson be learned, Ah, maybe not. mgm 09/15/24
By Vinn Black2 years ago in Poets
